Korbin Pheenix - Linzy Lo-Pan [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1

Pheenix!....
Im risin up slow-roastin the scene
Throwin molten metal with wings

You a cuisine
Make a dish out ya flesh...
Man you suckin semen out pipes
Now you a marine
Sleepin wit fish

Im unhingin his jaw
He can maybe kick it
But the bucket instead
My bitch'll total ya fleet
Kima keesha and pam

Razor slitchya
Bleedin 'n' rope..
We shinobiwonkinobi
Lazerninjastar
Spangle the pope

Oughta make a revolt, stat!
Wit robot agents
Remote operated..
Nominated to shock
Castin VOLTS!

Hot as a dime with the clap
When you fappin they invade ya mind
Then you fuuuuuck
And later ya dick stuck to ya lap
Wit PUS!

Lost religion
That fiction made like a trap
Shit! i'd rather have..
Fine christian bitches come hang with us!

Caint sport a cross
No formal introduction
The closest I ever came to a tie
Is a crossbow

Got raw flow for nose nostril
Team target is in an agreement
Wit demons at the crossroads

Our soul was the cost owed
Cold dealin
Fah playin games
I shot
Lyin thoats, kill it!
Ya lame con's old..

Beat the shit outchyu wit gruesome licks
He layin snorin displayin his wingspan like crucifix

My brutalness held true'n yall seein' strange violence
When slugs came from a salt rifle
To melt YOU, nigga!

Verse 2

Have you seen a tyrant and nemesis combined?
A pontiac engine on every limb
An a GT virus inside?

(adlib ME!)

I take breath
Bangin bullets that be like that murder sperm
That squirm
To create a death!

We stayin baf-salted out
Swallow smiles
Grill ate up
When the gloc kapow
Swat him down
Peel his patata
My crew..

Still love a hater
Fill up a k ta
Split up ya data
We booin you
Plus hittin you wit killa tamata

Seal up the fate of fake niggas when cannon burst
Watch as everything you TOUCH go ta shit
Call it a mani-curse
Are we..

Nailin it on the head?
That once a year after I drop
The day will mark ya death anniversary?

They closin casket
We spray acid
We outta mace
Ya momma had a mascara marathon down her face

Now im cool with this skatescene
Bitches that date these skaterkids taste me
N' I ain't skated since the mid-eight-tee's

Killin thirty packs
Illin on dirty track
Smash a nerdy bitch ass
Cheek drillin
I squirt skeet on her purdy rack

We on tha burnin path
Heard of that?
So ain't no turnin back
You a murder faded on a guerney flat

Televisin the shit on video cam
See pheenix must eat
Im sacrificin fifty fo'(four) rams
No ham!

WE.. goin co-nan
Lines dope
DAMN! its the china white!
But WE.. call it the linzey LO-paaaan!